To Infinity - Poem by Sumit Ganguly
All lines do not make a form
Nor all forms- a curve
How many curves may make a circle?
Frankly speaking, I don't know.
To attain a perfect spherical state
Lines squabble among themselves,
Alter the pattern and forms of life
So that the feeling of existence may run to infinity.
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